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Lucy's Pony. 



Standing by craig-y, rocky, towered, cedared clift, 
Waiting by tumbling, roaring, foaming, dashing 

creek, 
Hiding by wildest natures, broken parting rift, 
Silent, stands Lucy, smiling with red rosy cheek. 

Standing neath lofty bluff, the hazel bushes screen, 
Prettiest jet black pony, with silken flowing mane, 
Wavy flowing arms length, on arched neck as 

silken skein. 
Pawing pretty black hoof, lightly the earth dis- 

dian. 
The sun is sinking slowly, bayond western hill, 
The forest and glade are verdant green of early 

May, 
Lucy and pony, are waiting quiet and still, 
For the night, to banish for them, the sun's last 

ray. 



Lucy's aesired will, the pony uuclei-stands well, 
Each fancy controling, complete quiet and still, 
A shadowing part, of silent solitTldes spell. 
Motionless, not a whisper, save the roaring- rill. 

Do the guarding spirits guide, do the angels tell, 
Guarding spirits unseen, guiding the way to go. 
Telling her way to her soul, lead her from the 

dell. 
Now bravely going the way, that she did not 

know. 

From northwest Arkansas, to western gold mines 

go, 
To her father going hundreds of miles of way. 
One year ago, her mother was laid in grave low, 
Six years ago, her father, for gold went away. 

An uncile's guardianed ward was she, till today, 
Ol little store, he squandeicd away, as his right. 
Till her pet pony, she loved so well, he sold away. 
The colt her father gave her: they will flee this 
night. 

Fourteen ysars, she had seen, of time flad away. 
No n iws ft'om hin , if yet 1 ving did not know, 
She must go to western gold mines, she cannot 

stay, 
She will start this night dark, and to her father 

go. 

The determined will urging, strong burning in 

her soul. 
From scorn greel going, to her father she will fly, 
Proceeding by will, created destinies roll, 
Beyond the arched blue, in God in heaven rely. 

Darkness spreads over the hills, see the evening 

stars. 
The moonlights silver gleam, through forest and 

hazel, 



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Revealing the pony, by the trees shadowed bars, 
Pretty Lucy, rosy as if on painters easel. 

The maiden and pony, have been waiting for 

night. 
The black blinding curtain, doubting man rests in 

fear. 
Then every seen refuge, have taken hidden flight, 
For the maiden's flight, no preventing hand is near. 

The willing pony, advancino" for saddle4)laeed, 

Lucy quickly prepares, on the journey to go. 

The pony willing heed, to the guiding hand 

paced, 
A fairy pictui'e present, spring winds cheer blow. 

There they go, faii'y horse, fairy maid by moon's 

beam, 
There again, in deep shadow's gloom, vanish 

away, 
Here again they come naar, splashing in silvered 

stream. 
The nightengales sing, the wood's cricket music 

play. 

As shadows there, neath wreathing festooned 

blooming vine, 
Speedy pacing along, by grape bloom's fragrant 

smell, 
Now distant speeding, vanishing as speck or line, 
Leaving behind swiftly every known hill and dell. 

The one star of love guide, the one hope of joy left, 
Only one soul of love, she will seek far away, 
A father's love remembering all else bereft, 
The blighted hours passing, seeking joy's meeting 
day. 

At early dawn by rustic cabin, she drew rein. 
Her story told, gained sympathy, and kindly 
cheered, 



A few hours much neaded rest and sleep greet 

obtain, 
Ag-ain mounting went her way, for pursuit she 

feared. 

Riding, along the mountain path, they go away. 
Passing through the hills, valleys, unwearied they 

go, 
Speeding fairy horse, and fairy maid, all the day, 
They thus many miles go. till the days sun is low. 

To her father, to truest nature's law appeal, 
Go to her father, true filial duty show, 
Artificed guardian, court confirmed law deal, 
Urges her, ever so far to her father go. 

Of small store, needed ward robe, and of little gold. 
Gold left by her father, for use in urgent need. 
In secret k3pt, till when urged to face the world 

cold. 
Carried secure, swiftly on the pet pony speed. 

By one, she is urged to return the way she came, 
By another, kind sympathy did greet, on speed 
Attempt to compel her to return, made by some, 
Useless attempt, her to arrest was made indeed. 

Useless indeed, for the pony would dash away, 
Out speeding any pursuit, faithful to command, 
Faithful to each call, by his mistress, night or day, 
Ever ready, faithful heeding every demand. 

Thus day by day, they journeyed speed by the 

sun's light. 
Prettiest maid, prettiest little horse, swift pace. 
And when need demands, thus journey also by 

night, 
Mid fire flies flashing jeweled shadows swiftly race. 

To the wide spreading prairies come, riding swift, 
Western Missouri's rolling grassy plains entranced, 
Missouri's beautiful flowered and blossomed gift 



The maid with joy heed, the delighted pony 
pranced. 

The maid riding gracafully, prouJly setting erect, 
For her years of fourteen, gracefully smill and 

light, 
Trancing picture, pretty fairy figura parfest, 
A face pleasant, unyealding compassei parpose 

right. 

A curl of wavey auburn hair, trell curling lock, 
Straying from fold, neath plumsd riding hat are 

flying. 
By face of rosey red, fleet, the playing winds mock. 
From morning, the maid rides, till day's light is 

dying. 

E:][ue3trian bsauty thu?, was nevar b3foi'e seen, 
As the maid with prancing pDny quick and nimble, 
The pony's waving mane, and pretty jet black 

sheen. 
Ever alert, with powered energy tremble. 

They journeyed onwards, by many a rustic 

home, 
Still onward, they cross miny a silvery stream, 
On many a highway, stir on their way they roam. 
And wherever they went, thay seimad a passing 

dream. 

Wherever they went journaying, they prospered 

well. 
As if commanded, all nature rested in peac3. 
No floods prevented their journey, and no storms 

fell. 
Wherever present, dreadei calamities cease. 

Her eyes are still shining bright as the evening 

star. 
To her father, onward so many miles more near. 
With effort untired, by riding ever so far. 



Her heart is filled, still unceasing- with constant 
cheer. 

Thus speeding- on, brighter her hope, brighter the 

sun. 
A daug-hter's duty true, blending with her one 

will, 
Pony and mistress, heroic journeyed deed done, 
Pictured to mind, every beauty, each vale and 

hill. 

Riding- swift heeding- well, many flowered vales 

g-reet. 
With joys g-reet smiling, the wild blossomad plain 

admire. 
Admired scenes passing-, and new fields of beauty 

meet, 
Loved hope leading- by where vieing- g-lories aspire. 

Onward journey, riding- swift by many a town, 
The true pony, with untired energ-y quiyer, 
Prances by the Missouri river's turb-d brown, 
There by the waters of the great western river. 

On the prairie, by Leavenworth town encamped. 
Sturdy men of the plains, and mountains of the 

west. 
Many that have to and from Pikes Peak for gold, 

tramped, 
Waiting to complete their caravan, encamp 3d 

rast. 

A maid came to them, asks if they her father knew. 
One ans wared, by that nami, a poor miner he saw. 
Of health poor, by moantain stream, since then 

months two. 
He then was waiting, for the mountain snows to 

thaw. 

She and her pony, with them might go with care 
true. 



To a miner's daughter, a father's care extend, 
They had families on east, that they were fathers 

too. 
In name of daughters at home, in true care de- 
pend. 

In hopes of finding her father, the maid agreed. 
Thus trusting, she would with the caravan abide, 
Preparing, as she had gold to provide her need, 
Thus tarry, and welcome rest, after her long ride. 

A guardian uncle, the maid fast did pursue. 
To the sheriff, he declared, the maid a horse thief, 
With him, a horse dealer, choking with rage blue, 
She a runaway ward", and an outlaw in brief. 

Demanding the sheriff, the maid to apprehend, 
And the pony, speed to the horse dealer returned, 
A guardian's right, as his own,, none can contend, 
His lawful right demand, whomsoBver concerned. 

To a man, the armed miners cams to the rescue. 
The maid's arrest, boldly determined to resist. 
Old fighters of the plains, arise to figh a new, 
To vow true, compels the officer to desist. 

Armed posses were summoned, the miners to 

subdue. 
Peace and dignity, of Kansas territory. 
To preserve, the laws thereof properly construe, 
Their duty to preserve, sacred to history. 

The maid mounting her pony, forward speeding 

paced, 
The determined posse, her arrest that do seek, 
Her to defend, the miners, the posse are faced, 
Riding between the two parties, thus did she 

speak: 

Men, for me do not shed blood, my pony will 

speed, 
On my pony's speed, my liberty I will stake. 



On my pony swift my way will surely succeed, 
Fleetest horse here, thou art defied to overtake. 

Springing- forward swift as the eagle from Aerie, 
Riding away, flying swift as the whirlwind fleet. 
The maid and pony, go across the prairie. 
Joyed by their speed, threa loud cheers the miners 
greet. 

No man on the posse, as true knights joined the 

race. 
Then the sheriff alone, as bound by his duty. 
Regretting much the need, spurring went on the 

chase. 
Till scarce he knew why, racing after the beauty. 

The sheriff raced fast, on fleet spotted horse 

mounted. 
After the maid close pursuing, run fairly well, 
At the county line in rear, one mile he counted, 
Said, "am glad she is gone, pony and maid fare- 
well." 

The gold miners' trail west, to Pikes Peak, soon 

she found, 
Onward she went, on K.insas flowar spangled 

plain. 
Hoping there her father to find, to Pikes Peak 

bound. 
The fairy maid and horse, are on the road again. 

Traveling as before, the settlements are passed. 
Past every house, past every farm, past every 

town. 
Bravely riding on, comes to the great plains at 

last. 
She comes to where, the wild savage wilderness 

frown. 

Following the single wide beaten road to guide. 



Carries no weapons, no g-iiard, save in yon blue 

While resting, the faithful pony is by her side, 
Trust hoping, she will find her father bye and bye, 

From passing caravans, with gold obtain her need. 
Westward, on towards where the plains mingle 

with blue. 
The pony, pranced to try the wild antelope's speed. 
The booming herds of buffalo, dust clouds pursue. 

Spring from over the crest, of the near sand hill 

slope. 
Swift leaping, the bleeding side pierced by an 

arrow. 
Wounded with quivering arrow, an antelope. 
To see it suffer so, filled her heart with sorrow. 

An Indian youth with drawn bDW, she did not see. 
The game had wounded and pursued, his horse , 

went down. 
An arrow in hand pierced his h3art, and life did 

flee. 
She did not see, for it was beyonl the hill's crown. 

The chief called to his m3n. '-cast your weapons 

aside, 
I have seen beyond the hill, Wahkondah's daughter. 
Seeking her father, on her spirit pony, ride, 
Not knowing he awaits, by the mountain water.*' 

She did not see them, there beyond the hill of 

sand, 
Glistening lance shining, and feather plumed 

white shield, 
With bows drawn ready, an Indian hunting band, 
Mounted on fleet steeds, chasing antelopes a field. 

Did -not see the youth fall, with sharp arrow in 

hand. 
Pierced through the heart, dying as down with 

his steed fell. 



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She did not hear the chief, calling to his armed 

band, 
Cast your arrows and lances away," of death tell. 

"For over yon ridge ricles Wahkoadah's sprita 

daughter. 
Near her, sharp weapons of death, ye cannot carry. 
Seeks her father, who awaits by mountain water, 
Near her, the Dacotah arrows cannot tarry. 

Whoever approaches near Wahkondah's daughter. 
Rashly with weapon, by his own weapon will fall, 
Approach her not, weaponed, yourselves ye will 

slaughter, 
In her presence, sacred maidens only can call. 

Hasten youths, seven co^ umns seven, signal smokes, 
Signal to Minnetopah, by the western hills. 
To send one hundred and ten maids, with feather- 
ed cloaks. 
Sacred maidens true, to danae with white feather 
quills. 

In seven days Wahkondah's daughter, swift will 

be, 
Where the emigrant road, crosses the spirit path. 
On the hunting ground, swiftly she is riding free, 
This day have I lost a -son dear, slain by her 

wrath. 

To meet her at that place, tell the maidens to 

dance, 
To find her father, there present her the token, 
Wahkondah's daughter, to her father may ad vanee^ 
And the dreaded shade of death, may then be 

broken." 

The war plumed fending shield, the ready venging 

hand, 
Foiled by love's rightful way, with fabled art 

woven, 



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Midst war's horrid display, love's rig-ht to pass de- 
mand, 

Where death's harvest sup.*eme and cruel have 
stroven. 

Wahkondah was a man of mystic fearful fame, 
Many years ago, at will of mystic demand, 
By mystic deed done, at his will, good or bad came, 
By the Dacotahs, he was feared in all the land. 

By mystic opportunity g-ained he was slain. 
Stealing- the charm of protection, hi^ daug-hter 

fled, 
Other mystic charms to conceal, in hid g-rave lain, 
Seeking- her father, his daughter wandering led. 

The Sioux greeting the Cheyenne and Araphoe, 
That Wahkondah's daughter was then journeying 

near. 
Heeding, they carefully on her path did not go, 
Castaway their arrows and spears, with dreading 

fear. 

All this the maid knew not, of dangers nigh, 
She did not know, that she was feared fairy queen, 
Free to pass, the bloodiest warriors safe by. 
Prance on fairy queen, on prettiest pony seen. 

At night, alone she slept in the wilderness drear. 
The sneaking wolf, was spurned by the pony's 

tough heel, 
Safe her pony was unteathered, slta had no fear, 
And each days journey, nearing to her father feel. 

On that savage bloody, dreary, wild desert far, 
Alone, one heart of innocent miiden's beauty, 
In that black night of grief, the lone bright shin- 
ing star. 
By the robbers den, safe soe the child of duty. 

On this immense wild plain, where the blood hand 
strav. 



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She, innocent, as when man was first created, 
Her conscience, as light as the first created day, 
To her father, the one purpose meditated. 

There where the wild beast howl, and stealthily 

crept. 
Where savage man, and invader murdered and 

fought. 
The maid journeyed by day, and at night calmly 

slept. 
The innocent maiden, knew not harm, and feared 

not. 

On every side, all angry, sayage and unkind. 
Every scene scanned, blighted with dangered 

grieving shroud, 
Here lies skeletons, victims to bury outlined, 
The eye wanders midst desolation, crying loud. 

Each van, each band, watch with the danger 

haunted eye, 
Watching on the open plain, seeking the foe far, 
Di'eaming or awake watching, for -peaceful glades 

sigh. 
Passing on, display weathers stamp, and weapons 

scar. 

By yon prowling wolf there, neath yon circling 
vulture, 

Were feasting there on corpses, foe and foe each 
slain. 

Who fought to die, as they each mat in each ven- 
ture. 

By the wayside, they were left, to bleach on the 
plain. 

Signal smokes far and high, the caravans had 

seen, 
From the eastern plains far, to the hills of the 

west. 
Fearing heed, they thought surely, attacking war 

mean. 



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Closely g-uarding- hasten away, scaning each ridge 
crest. 

Savag-e foe and caravaned miners have all fled, 
Fear of fairy sprite, and of war, fled from the 

scene. 
Fear of magic charm and sig-nals as each fancy 

led, 
Of fairy riding, death tell, signals doth war mean. 

Riding on, the maiden smiles, calm as cradled 
child, * 

Calmly heeding, her eyes ever towards the west. 

By strifes bitter mark, cares not for the desert 
wild, 

Riding on swiftly, from the ridge's vale to crest. 

Over vast bloody fields, as if paace commanding. 

On blood stained earth, see the maiden in peace 
riding, 

The bloody hand speed, on every hand disband- 
ing, 

Fled from innocsnca, in distant fear abiding. 

On every side far away, as a pictured view. 
Moving images graven on vast sheets of green, 
Heeding and fearing, to the rim of the arched 

blue, 
Historic Panorama, neath canopy seen. 

The refuge of wild beasts, and the painted war 

band, 
The maidens road is crossed by the scalp seekers 

trail , 
The unseen shield fends, in this danger blighted 

land. 
The father's love conqueri ng, fends the maiden 

frail. 

In her soul she can never, from her guest return, 
Is still following the great road that westward led, 



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No thought of retreat, still onward in her soul 

burn, 
She will g-o by the path, from which the brave have 

fled. 

On this plain of every danger here^ she knew 

well, 
Of cruel hearts, of swift arrow and deadly spear, 
Yonder see the unburied slain, of danger tell. 
View the scene, even nature wore the pall of fear. 

Near here wanders the robber, from the civiled 

state, 
That blooiy hand, will murder and plunder the 

weak. 
Knows no mercy, and knows no law but that of 

fate, 
Sporting to deride them, that would for mercy 

speak. 

See thehowling wolf band, coming circling around. 
Hunger driven, the demand of the dreaded beast, 
Anointed innocence, here be torn to the ground, 
Damanding one more again, for their- whelps to 
feast. 

Tell ye of the highlanders dash, at Waterloo, 
Tell of cavalry charge on Balak Lava's field, 
Rushing charge, where victory as the whilwind 

flew. 
Tell ye of where the mighty are vanquished to 
yield. 

See the wolf pack come, by circling compact rank. 
With blood thirsty fired courage, their eye balls 

glisten. 
With growl and yelp, and shining tusk, closing 

each flank, 
Eich to leader, with urging growl and yelp listen. 

See the pony's eyes, with proud angers flashing 
irlance. 



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His mighty strength, encouraged by the maiden's 

hand, 
With joy to battle, to meet the foe proudly prance, 
Proud prancing with joy, to battle with the wolf 

band. 

The pony jumps forward, with quick and powered 
spring, 

Swift as the dart, swift dashes through the yelp- 
ing crew, 

To the earth with distain, his cowering foes fling. 

With angered energy, on them back again flew. 

Swiftly charge, through and through the wild 
yelping wolf pack, 

Swiftly charge, as long as fronting rank did ap- 
pear. 

Again swiftly charge the wolf, till their courage 
slack, 

Until the wolf foe, began to retreat with fear. 

Charge again, the vanquished wolves are fleeing 
away. 

From the maiden, their leaders flee with conquer- 
ed moan, 

From the pony, the wolf pack fly with dismay. 

Leaving the maiden and pony a field alone. 

Hear the wolf band, answering in low moaning 
call. 

Howl and moan each wolf band to band, in con- 
quered wail. 

Crying warnings low and long, till mid dark nights 
pall, 

Call and answer to each band, call from den to 
trail. 

Spoke the chief, "Wahkondah's daughter is rid- 
ing near, 
Dacotah men heed, haste away, she rides alone, 
Hear ye the beast and wolf, call and answer with 
fear, 



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The beast and wolf, call and answer with conquer- 
ed moan. 

Heed ye from the eastern plains, to the western 
hills. 

Hark the beast and wolf warning, of danger call- 
ing, 

The wolf packs wailing, moaning low their young- 
whelps thrill, 

Moan from eve till morning with dread fear ap- 
palling. 

The maiden carries, Wahkondah's protecting 

charm. 
In the hour of danger, by mystic deed taken. 
Protecting the sacred maiden, from every harm, 
Danger by man or beast, from her path forsaken," 

Thus spoke the Dacotah chief, not knowing of else, 
Why a maiden weak, would wander by men of 

blood, 
Tells of the maiden, guarei by mystic defense. 
By mystic deed passing safe, man, beast, storm 

and flood. 

Angels guard, by the unssen ladder ascendin t, 
Once on Syrian hills, as sean in Jacob's dream, 
Again on this bloody plain of death, descending. 
Again, as once told by them, on Holy Writs ream. 

Angels are descending there, to guard the maiden, 

Eich cruel and bloody foe, is driven away. 

Her filial devotion, with blessings laden. 

The promise fulfilled as the prophets book display. 

The unseen hand guards, seen by the prophet of 

old, 
H3nor thy father and mother, ye will not die. 
Still voice, to the miiden's soul, midst the desert 

told. 
Dangers abhored by the strong, may safely defy. 



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There on that vast plain of death, virtue's mercy 

show, 
Guarding, where emblems of evil man, thickly 

strew. 
Guiding- hands are guiding her soul, the way to go. 
Guides the way, 'prepared for the innocent and 

true. 

The distant mountains, dimly began to appear, 
Westward in long blue line, uneven as a cloud, 
Twix the heavens and earth, their distant summits 

rear, 
With hidden feet, beauty wrapt in blue azure 

shroud. 

On and on, and the mountains plainly to view 

grow. 
Thee of earth to greet, casts aside the dim shroud 

now. 
With heavens bright glory, greets thee from peaks 

of snow. 
Resting their fe3t, upon foothills of wrinkled brow. 

One hundred and ten singing maids are advanc- 
ing, 

One hundred and ten sacred maidens dance and 
sing. 

The fairy maid, and fairy pony are prancing. 

Are dancing and prancing, where joyous music 
ring. 

Dacotah maidens, bonneted with white swan quill. 
Keep time to drum, singing, keeping time to hearts 

beat. 
Singing sweet as the nightengaleand whipoorwill. 
Keep tim3 to dram, keeping time with moccasined 

feet. 

Happy is the maiden sacrel. 

Who's face with love for parent shine, 

Cherishing not evil hatred. 

Soon day of loved greetings are thine. 



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Fairy maid, to thy father go, 
Midst yon blue range he awaits thee. 
Waits by yon distant peak of snow, 
Ascend thee, by the scarred fir tree. 

Ascending to the rift of snow, 
As going from the scarred fir tree. 
Where the strong mountain waters flow, 
Swiftly dashing by cascades three. 

Passing to the path by the clift. 
Find there a crystal stone broken. 
Just before ye gain the snow rift. 
Here's it's mate which is the token. 

By the fir, this stone was taken, 
From neath water, by the cascade. 
To your father still awaiting, 
Take the token, thee fairy maid. 

In the white rift of snow blending. 
You will find the white crystal stone, 
From neath waves, thy father tending. 
He is awaiting thee alone. 

Fairy queen, slay not our brothers. 
Roam not, the game land of our sires. 
Slay not, the sons of our mothers. 
Slay uDt, by thy consuming fires. 

To the mild, th3 song', story ani dance were thrill 
strange. 

One hundred and ten maidens, thus willful en- 
trance. 

Her quest greetings sought, to her heart aptly ar- 
range. 

Greetings of joy, pressed in beautiful song and 
dance. 

To Monsehaha who first in the dance did lead, 
Tj Mon33liaha, th3 miid har right hand pres3nt 
"On your lands I'll not tarry, or sires slay, agreed. 
The innooence and love of my sduI, will prevent. 



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I take the token of thee, on my way I go, 

Kind miidans, cherish my lo/e, and farewell to 

thee, 
Heavens glory greets ras, from yon bright peak of 

snow. 
Greetings all, to thee a sister ever will be." 

"Sister of speech entranced farewell, 
Riding swift to thy father go. 
Pony of speed, none can excel, 
Fairy speed, to yon peak of snow." 

Thus singing and dancing great, the Dacotah 
maids, 

Following with tripping feet, singing and danc- 
ing, 

Where joyous song and mirth, the solitude invades, 

After the speeding maiden, their dark eyes glanc- 
ing. 

She did not know Wahkoniah's body to conceal, 
Was lain in crevice of rock, lain in rift of snow, 
A tomb of white crystal and snow, to not reveal, 
Of white crystal stone, from neath where the 
waters flow. 

Swift speeds the maiden and pony, for the snow peak 
Led by maiden's song, riding to the mountain dell. 
As the homaward pigeon flies, her father to seek, 
Her soul thrilled with though, a daughter only 
can tell. 

From earths foot stool, to heaven's high throne 
ascending, 

Shining peaks, high above mountain upon moun- 
tain. 

There comes glancing, silver foamed cascades de- 
scending, 

Here comes dancing, from snow fountain to spring 
fountain. 



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Comes racing twixt clifts, through forests of fir 

and pine, 
To the grassy plains, the mighty rivers seeking, 
Around high Island rock, purest girdle entwine. 
Leaping bold, from the moutitains heart loudly 

speaking. 

Down by the mountains dark shadowed deep rocky 

glen. 
Where rushing cascades of snow waters, roaring 

flow, 
In the wilderness, away by the wild boasts den, 
Beneath the lofty heaven piercing peak of snow. 

Conturies alone with goi, in their majesty, 
Richly cloathed in massy robe, cedar, fir and pine, 
Before they were invaded by mans traversty, 
Precious stones and goldea ore, with cascades 
combine. 

The pony springs on, nimble a3 the mDuntain 

goat, 
O/er rocky hill, high tossing his flossy mane, 
The maid still riding erect, swiftly seems to float, 
Swiftly every diffiault path easily gain. 

By lightning scared fir, vrearied sets a miner poor, 
Thehopaless task realizing", sick and care worn, 
E/ery hope crushed, sick and starving, grieved 

and heart sore. 
Poor penniless, midst mountain snow, with gar- 
ments torn. 

How first to Frazier's river, he did try for gold, 
With generous heart, to the unfortunate lent. 
How often hope had fled, in this dreary world cold, 
Gives up all hope and faith, so long in his soul 
pent. 



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He thought of how twelve months ag-o, how at 

Washoe, 
With skill and labor, he had a few thousand 

gained, 
And how to further gain, he had nothing to show, 
How ever since, fortune had steadily waned. 

He had found apiece of the richest g-olden ore. 
Right there, on the path that leads up by th at 

steep clift. 
Seeking each day, he could fi d no trace any more. 
From the roaring cascade, seeking to the snow 

rift. 

Would he have to die here, die by his poor hut 

cave. 
Die alone unseen, by the lightning scared fir tree, 
His body uncared for, lie by the cascade wave, 
Fatj sj cra3l, unjust, was that heaven's decree. 

Would he never more, see the loved ones left at 

home, 
The loved ones at home, he hoped again to see, 
He had promised well, when first away he did roam. 
Ha had hoped so long, to return with richest fee. 

Never see Licy, loves richsst stDre of beauty, 
His little daughter Lucy, each lock's curling trell. 
Entrancing every hope, to a father's duty. 
Entwines his soul of love, a father's tears to well. 

Little Lucy, and her little pet pony colt. 

That he gave her, the p3t colt she fed from her 

hand, 
Heeding her call, at her command would- swiftly 

bolt, 
The pet pony colt, that she led by rib and band. 

He left at home, would he never see them again, 
Them he had left, many hundreds of miles away, 
Why did he leave themi Oh! why did he not 

remain. 
Sighing, wishing he had not seen that evil day. 



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A sound of swift beating- hoofs, coming- greets his 

ear; 
Can that be Lucy coming, his darling daug-hter, 
Advancing eag-erly and swiftly, she rides near, 
Coming to him, haste they are crossing- the water. 

"Father!" "Lucy!" Tis best when the long ab- 
sent meet. 

Whether in joy's claim, or by the suffering moan, 

Tis best, none but God heed the long absence first 
greet, 

No shadows or light intervene, just then alone. 

Alone leave them, to whatever they have to say, 
Alone, the father greets his darling daughter 

dear. 
Thrill alone, leave them to their happy meeting 

day. 
The bright snowy peak, is no more alone and 

drear. 

The maiden's true, loving, kind ministering soul, 
Compassioned loving soul, every grieving pain 

find. 
Cheering- love, every reviving- effort extol, 
Cheering love, every grieving pain faithfully 

bind. 

"Father, is this the piece of g-olden ore ye found, 
Ii vain seeking, and could not fin 1 any trace more. 
Sore wearied, for months seeking every place 

around? 
See I have a token for thee, of th3 same ore. 

They each fit, two mites thay are from same piece 

broken. 
Crystals are shining bright, beneath yon cascade 

wave. 
With golden threads woven, as this crystal token, 
Neath the water, neath the cascades, they thickly 

pave." 



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Answering to dance by maids, answering to song, 
The crystal gems gleam, bright as their eyes greet 

dancing. 
Pure as the song of the maidens, dancing along, 
After the swift speeding maid, their dark eyes 

glancing. 

See neath where cascades flow, many golden 
threads shine, 

With the bright wave sparkling, dance by the 
peak of snow, 

A moment revealed, thence greeting by beauties 
shrine. 

To the bounding wave bead, jeweled glories be- 
stow. 

Greeting the blending lights, of this crystal token. 

By the glassy wave's shiver, light and like con- 
cealed. 

By willful maidens mirth, in song and dance 
spoken. 

Keeping time to thought, keeping time to song 
revealed. 

Crystal beauties treasure, retained by the ages. 
Crystal tokens greet, to the crystaled jeweled 

wave. 
Jeweled waves, where crystal torrent and flood 

rages. 
Casting golden greet, the blending lights meeting 

love. 

Loud splashing and rushing quick, each varied 
light seek. 

Each brightest light find, thence casting a mo- 
ments ray. 

Bold from the snowy peaks crown, cheering loudly 
speak, 

Conceal and reveal the golden threads, neath the 
spray. 



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By man's endeavor, long and vainly for g-old sought, 
Hidden beneath where cascades crystal curtain 

roll, 
Pure as the sun, pure as the sacred maiden's 

thought, 
Golden threads shine, pure as the sacred maiden's 

soul. 

Brilliant glinting, with the proud wave vie and 

aspire, 
Golden ores resting, where the swift waters fast 

race. 
Pure as the day sun, resting unaloyed by fire, 
Wove in crystal ore, revealing each golden trace. 

Each crystal ore there, is the crystal tokans mate. 
Mates the crystal token, as by song and dance led, 
L3d by a father's love, unsought nor led by fate, 
Gre3t3 the crystal token, in the cataract's bed. 

Blessings for a daughter, rest neath the cascade 

shore, 
A childs love greets reward, her fathers need did 

seek, 
A fathers need sseking, led by rich golden ore, 
G:'eetino- her quest fulfilled, here by the snowy 

peak. 

Exceeding far beyond, the highest hop3s measure. 
As the snowy peaks crown, exceeds the lowest plain. 
And yet not exceeding a daughter's loved treasure, 
A daughter relieving, a father's lonely pain. 

L^d by the silent voice, led by the hand uns3en, 
Tj her soul by still greet, on th3 desert was told, 
Telling the way to go, and not fates woven skein. 
Led her to her father, and showed her richest gold. 

L3d by daughter's dread path, led the unseen hand. 
The star of hope by night, the sun of love by day, 
Led by the silent voice, led safe on blood sta'ned 

land, 
Led to a fathers need, by a fathers love stay. 



Led by the unseen hand, led to the poor hut cave, 
The guiding- silent voice, to a father dying, 
Leads a loving daughter, from craving moan to 

save, 
Moan of a father's love death's mist glorifying. 

Monuments high and bright, glories of the snow 

peak, 
A loving daughter's care, the gem of the mind 

show, 
Near the throne of heaven, with the silent voice 

speak. 
Pure as the mountain air, pure as the peak of snow. 

To meet hours of sorrow, midst hours of meeting 

The silent voice greeting, the way to comfort told. 
Teaching the way to go, cast as the banished toy, 
Guiding the soul the way, cast nawas refined geld. 

No more by the cascade, the lightning scared fir 

tree. 
Nor by the rift of snow, vainly seeking for gold. 
His soul has gone away, from earth's call at last 

free, 
The miner's soul has fled, his hand is resting cold. 

Many miners seeking, for gold ore seeking, came, 
Are amazed here to find, rich ore in a maidens 

right, 
E ich agreed to protect, a miner's daughter's fame. 
Of richest golden ol-o, neath waves are shining 

bright. 

Seeking for gold they came, miner's seeking new 

fields, 
Are amazed here to find, ore of the richest gold, 
Concealed neath cascade waves, concealed in 

crystal shields. 
All in a maiden's right, as the poor hut cave told. 



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Are amazed here to find, in the wilderness wild, 
A maiden guarding- well, a father's hand death 

cold, 
A maiden innocent, a miner's only child. 
Guarding by the snow peak, and cascade wild and 

bold. 

Amazed by beauty's zeal, of maiden's holy care, 
By a father's death cot, watch and waiting- alone, 
Beauty's field of glory, alone the maiden fair. 
By the silvered cascade, neath the snowy peaks 
cone. 

Alone by the mountain dell, the maiden and pony, 
The faithful daughter brave, pura as the peak of 

snow. 
The faithful pony proui, swift as desert cony, 
The miners come greeting, kindest regard bestow. 

Midst hours of lonely grief, mercy and blessingg 
guide, 

The daughter's soul love, the purest gems re- 
veal. 

The miners soul of right, strong as the ocean tide, 

A miner's daugeter's right to each strong arm ap- 
peal. 

With awe the miners stand by the pooi* hut cave 

door, 
Their thoughts far from gold ore, by a daug-hter's 

lov:!'s shrine, 
By a father's death cot, love that angels adore. 
Holy care earth to heaven, with the snow peak 

shine. 

Showering silvered waves, the cascades willing 

song, 
From the snowy peak sent, of one gone do they tell? 
Gold for a daughter's joy, vainly seeking so long. 
Above the snowy peak, by heaven's t irone, aL'i 

well. 



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Song remembered time gone, the voice from the 

mountain, 
Here again every scene greets the lesson of old, 
Mourning a parent gone, the voice of the fountain, 
Comfort her that do mourn, as by the teacher told. 

Let each true heart draw near, for this is holy 
ground. 

By the poor hut cave, by the lightning scared fir 
tree. 

Hear the miners thrill sing the old hymn's holy 
sound, 

Hear the mountain's voice ring, all's well by cas- 
cades three. 

From neath garments of toil, each soul's earnest 

display, 
Quick to aid innocence, as quick venging with 

blood. 
Men of war, hearts of fire, the braves sternest 

array, 
Wept by the lonely care, bv the snowv peak's 

flood. 

After days of sorrow, cheering returning peace, 
The snowy peak's glory, greeting the mountain 

dell. 
Heaven's glory sending, seeking sorrow's release. 
The cascade's kind mission, are yet"- singins, all's 

well. 

The young villa building, there by the cascade 
side. 

By the mountain dell, home life's new scenes be- 
stow, 

By grim solitudes realm, the multitude abide. 

Hearts of fire that have wept, dwell neath the 
peak of snow. 

The stamping energy of the mills by the mines, 
The heavy ores are shining, with rich gold laden, 
The mines of rich laden oi-e, by many long lines. 
Belong to Lucy, the fleetest speeding maiden. 



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Cast thy view far away, beyond the eastern plain, 
Once passed by the maiden, by the western river. 
To scenes reviewed return, scenes renewed once 

again, 
As the soul wills to go, will of the mind giver. 

Leave the singing cascade, sent from the peak of 

snow, 
The soul's command seeking, cDmplete mission 

return. 
Guiding by impressed thought, from beauty's bast 

charm go. 
Seeking one who returned, thoughts within his 

soul burn. 

He who had seen the maid trust in heaven to 

guide, 
He had seen on her face innocent courage shine. 
Boldly rushing away to the wilderness ride, 
Each effort supreme and angelic grace combine. 

No more for him joys greet the charmed spall of 

old home. 
To the wilderness wide saeking, his thought? 

will go, 
Out upon the desert fearing his thoughts do roam. 
Of one fled by the trail of death and sorrow. 

Yet young midst fields of trust endowed with every 

hope, 
Honored among all men, each right hand to him 

tend, 
Each charm of joy invite, greets every desired 

scope. 
One charm has fled away, she whom he should 

defend. 

Going forth led by zeal quest of his soul to find. 
Is following his thoughts an I seeking day ty day, 
On the grc at road westward, as led by wish of 

mind. 
Seeking tidings of her, that swiftly fled away. 



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Riding onwards seeking, on the desert of death, 
Seeking- her that had tied, seeking yet not finding, 
By the dust clouds casting the hot winds killing 

breath. 
Seeking, hoping, fearing, every eiTort blinding. 

Seeking by every scene, by themainden long past. 
Hoping, vainly seeking and fearing finds no trace, 
Braving every danger of this wilderness vast. 
Still onward his soul lead, crossing this immense 
space. 

The distant mountains rim slowly arise to view, 
Truest majestic scene, the soul's delight vesting, 
Unknown relms seeking, as seen wrapt in heav- 
ens blue, 
A new earth and heaven, on the old earth resting. 

Each passioned sentiment heralded midst glory, 
Finding gift of joy sought, neath the snowy peak's 

cone, 
Meeting they listen to each enchanting stoi-y, 
Plighting neath the snow peak that guards near 

heaven's throne. 

Yet standing forth midst rays of bright gift of 
glory, 

The snowy jDeak's pure crown, tidings of joy send- 
ing, 

Midst hills of wrinkled brow, keeping pure, life's 
story. 

Each struggle of duty, with brightest joy blending. 

By the alter sacred, of consecrated room. 

There a wedding couple, hand in hand, side by 

side. 
The Leavenworth sheriff, whom ye know is the 

groom, 
And Lucy, at last overtaken, Is the bride. 

See the pony prancing on the valley meadow. 
Shod with glittering gold, swift as the great cony. 
Proud master of the field, prances as he wills to. 
Read the gold laid collar, ''This is Lucy's Pony." 

THE END. 

Copyrifihted. 



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I A POEM, i 



ENTITLED 



Lucy's- Pony 



—BY- 



JAMES ROANE GREGORY, f 



A CREEK INDIAN. 



COPYRIGHTED 

By James Roane Gregoi-y 1895. 



1895. 
RECORD PRINT, 

Wagoner, Ind. Ter. 



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